Wednesday, February 28, 2001

My day. Hour by stintillating hour.

6:12 am Alarm goes off. Hit snooze.

6:40 am Give into the inevitable. Drag myself out of bed, curse the happy laughing people on the radio who don't bother to give weather updates but cheerfully detail various traffic mishaps. Get irritated with happy woman who knows answer to impossible trivia question. It is not normal to be smart and coherent at 6:42 am.

7:08 am On the road, tuned into the '80s station which tunes in and out. Consider making taking up a drive to get these guys a better antenna. Listen to traffic update again and wonder about what the weather is going to be like.

7:36 am Park next to lady in blue Saturn. Always park next to the lady in the blue Saturn. I don't know her name, but we've been doing this parking thing for about two years now.

7:42 am Sneak past the boss's office. Arrive in my cube. Videotapes of speakers all touting their speaking prowess have taken over my life. They clutter every available surface. I turn on my computer, check out my Dilbert a Day calendar and the Star Trek a day calendar. Sixty-four cents later, I'm in the cafeteria with other cranky people.

7:58 am Cashier makes me make a decision: Will that be exact change, Miss?

8:03 am Open up Outlook. Open planner. I look organized. Yeah, except for the videotapes which are reproducing themselves. It's a bit scary. System Administrator sends me love letters. I'm over my email storage quota. I ignore the administrator and delete a few token emails.

9:22 am Breakfast. Barbecue bugles. Really. I share your horror.

11:30 am Lunch. Yeah, there was work in there sometime, but you must know - my life revolves around food. So there you have it. This time it's a muffin, carrot sticks and peanut butter crackers and a diet Coke.

1:23 pm Call techies to fix battery. They ask for serial number and I end up unplugging the darn thing and losing my work. I love my job.

2:19 pm Cross off two things on my list of things to do. The list has 90 items on it. This is progress.

3:32 pm Eat. Again. Yes. This time an apple.

3:45 pm Talk to flaky person on the phone who insists she talked to an African-American male. She can tell by his voice, you see. I wonder if she's trolling our department or just being stupid. At least she doesn't work for us.

4:15 pm Vacation gets closer by the minute. I love airplanes.

4:29 pm Hit cnn.com for the first time during the day. That site was more fun during Florida.

4:35 pm Outta there. Baby, it's cold out there. Very cold.

4:55 pm Hello to the gym. The guy at the desk tells me of a policy change apologetically. I tell him it's minorly annoying but I'll get over it. I hate change.

5:03 pm Nice lady has saved me spot in class. I was afraid I'd have to arm wrestle for a spot. It's nice to have friends looking out for you.

6:00 pm Done with the gym. Time to go home.

6:15 pm At Great Hills and 360 intersection.

6:33 pm At Great Hills and 360 intersection. On a positive note, the '80s station is playing great music.

7:00 pm Home. The mail is junk, but Pottery Barn has sent a catalog. I need to be dictator of a small country before I can order from the Pottery Barn.

Well, you can't vote for the Oscars or the Grammys or the Emmys or the Golden Globes, but - wait! You can vote for the Freddies! What are the Freddies, you ask? Well, they are the Frequent Travel Awards. Rate your Frequent Travel program folks. More fun than sitting in Economy class. Really.

Tuesday, February 27, 2001

This week's fanfic rec: Paper Saints by Jill Selby. This is a great X-Files fic. It's case file, UST, humor - gosh, what else can you ask for? What I loved most about this fic was I could hear Mulder and Scully saying these things. Realistically done - great characterizations, super attention to detail. Definitely a classic fic, mho.

Monday, February 26, 2001

Spammers are appealing to our mercy. It's kind of sweet in a misguided, desperate sort of way.

"To be removed from future mailings!!!!All REMOVE requests AUTOMATICALLY honored upon receipt.mailto:nogoz1@excite.com?subject=REMOVESPYPLEASE understand that any effort to disrupt, close or block this REMOVE account can only result in difficulties for others wanting to be removed fromour mailing list as it will be impossible to take anyone off the list if the remove instruction is not received."

Thursday, February 22, 2001

Dear Deja News,

Hi! How are you doing since Google bought you out? You doing okay? I worry, you know. Things have been tough - I got that. Yeah, I've been reading the Business section here every day and at one point, I thought of coming out and offering you a hand or two when things got really bad. Still, you should've told us that you were selling to Google. Not that Google isn't cool - they just aren't you. I mean, they don't have the funky 70's color scheme going; I miss that - there is something curiously bland about white. And then of course there's the lack of posting and updating - but I bet you've heard the complaints. So, enough on that.

I am appreciating you more and more by the minute as I struggle with the "free" newsgroup access provided by my ISP. Yeah, it's been a trip. Most of my posts disappear out into the ether. I don't know where they are and I'm certainly concerned about their welfare - apparently, there have been sightings here and there, most recently in Greece, of all places, but I haven't seen them. At least with you, I knew that my posts would get to their destination safely.

Anyway, you never quite appreciate what you've got until it's gone. I've come to the conclusion mailandnews.com, newsone.net, and news2web.com can never take your place. Thanks for the memories - it's been fun.

Wednesday, February 21, 2001

Three words and ten minutes - that's all it takes to be a hero. That's all it takes to make a difference in someone's life. That and two vials of blood. I'm talking about becoming a bone marrow donor. Donating two vials of blood is less painful than donating a pint of blood and once you donate, you're on the registry until age 55. You can be a match for anyone in the world. More importantly, minority representation in the registry is incredibly low. The more people who join, the more chance there will be that a match will be found for someone who desperately needs the marrow. Click here for more information. Three words and ten minutes - that's all it takes. Be a donor.

Saturday, February 17, 2001

Wednesday, February 14, 2001

Wow - heavy posting day. Here's a story rec for y'all - one of my favorite "X-Files" fics of all times. This is "The Rift," by RocketMan, and it's an amazing potrayal of Mulder & Scully - married & babyfic. And even with that - there's no sap. Seriously. There's angst, lots of it, character development, and an adorable child who manages to hurt you as much as she hurts Scully. A perfect read for Valentine's Day and even for 'shippers in general. Enoy!

New fashion statement? I can just imagine the hoards rushing out to Target or wherever to pick up this new "must have" item. Would be tragical if tube socks were sold out for people who would actually want to wear them, you know, on their feet.

Monday, February 12, 2001

I owe the world a big, huge apology because I owe half the people on this planet an email.

So go ahead - whack me forty times with a wet noodle. I'm a big girl; I can take it.

Somehow, my email volume exploded in the last month or so and my inbox is filled with various witty musings and caring letters. I've read them - I promise - and I didn't delete any of them. And I didn't forget any of you either. My goal now is to answer three or four a day. At that rate, I should get back to all of you by the year 2004. Please be patient with me. Thank you!

I saw a Tonka truck today on my way to work. For once in my life, I was speechless. I'm serious. It was a big truck, a big guy truck (because you know everyone here must have a big truck) and it was yellow. Yellow and it said "Tonka" - right across the front of it. Pretty letters too. Cursive. Wow. Tonka Trucks. Who would've thunk that these things would make it from the playroom to the road? Can you imagine that idea being proposed to the head of Ford (whom I think makes the darn things?)? I don't know about you, but I wouldn't have been able to keep a straight face. But that just goes to show - some people will buy (and drive) just about anything.

Wednesday, February 07, 2001

I want one thing. Well, one thing right now. This could change, but right now I'd just really like a radio station that plays music in the morning. I realized this the other day when I was listening to the morning show on my regular radio and they were laughing way too hard for 6:30 am. Plus, I couldn't understand what they were saying and when I did finally figure it out, I was so unbelievably disappointed. Trust me - the wit doesn't get better even after a couple cups of coffee. And the morning show here always has questions of the day that you can call in about and offer your opinion; half of the people calling in are on their cell phones, driving to work. You can't understand them because of the static and then five minutes later, you hear about an accident and you sure as heck hope it's not that poor person who was so excited about being the 98th caller to win BSB concert tickets. Just mho.